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Hello from Asta Droopy Tail I’m heart sore tonight. I got a hiding. I don’t like them one bit, but neither does my mom. I know that because she’s crying now, and she loves me too much. After the hiding she was hugging me and taking out all the green stuff that clung to my […] Hello, it’s Asta again, and goodness, how I struggled to find a nice word with a g. But I guess goodness will do. I love praise. I think it’s a necessary thing in every dog’s life. You praise me and I know I’m doing the right thing. Because all I want to do is please […] No, that’s wrong. Foooooood! Sorry, where’s my manners? Hello, it’s Hungry Asta. I’m a labrador, and by nature I love food. In my best dog-dreams I eat and eat and never stop. My food intake is limited, so that I can look slim and trim. Hmph, I think my mom should limit her intake a […] Hi Again. It’s Asta. Mom’s definition of eggnorance: Ignorant people who cannot learn. For instance: Some people call me a blind dog. Um, no, I’m not blind, but my mom is. When she tries to help the lady right, the lady told her: “I know what they are, I’ve read a lot about them. How […] Hello, it’s Asta again. Firstly, let’s get something out of the way. Sorry I couldn’t post for a while. My mom had a humanish calamity. Her tail was drooping and her head was hanging. Today her tail wags weakly, but at least her head is up. Now I get a chance to catch up at […] Hello, it’s Astalicious here. My mommy’s close friend sometimes calls me that. 😛 Ah no, look what I’ve gone and done: created extra work for myself. I forgot that Sunday is my day of rest, and I’m not supposed to write on that day. C day is today, and I’m so mad at myself for […] Hello, it’s Princess Asta from the land of Dogville again. Apparently you humans have a saying: “Curiosity killed the cat.” I could tell you how much I loathe cats, but curiosity is more my thing. See, the world is full of interesting things, and I don’t want to miss a thing. I am just such […] Hello, it’s me again – Asta, in case you’ve forgotten. Humans can be so forgetful at times. Well, my mom is a master at forgetfulness. Today I want to tell you about my new baby sister. She’s not my biological baby sister, although I have met some of my other biological siblings. Oh, yes, I […] |
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